Mister G. on a special location, He made it

This place should not exist anymore, I've been told, there's no place around for tigers with gorilla faces.

Before it was perfectly accepted and tolerated by walkers, just like it's tolerated to eat giant tomatoes on a trip field, nobody cares.

I Think it's just like this now, the chair, mine, is still rocking, back and forth, like the one fairy tale your grand'ma never told you.

You might never know, just accept that, we 're here, to the end of time.

You might never know when it's gonna end.

Because we're not real, we're just like tigers with monkey faces.